So I know I’m not treating you all very well at all. I’m actually afraid to look at my stats because i know they’ll have gone down the drain again. But I swear I’m not doing it on purpose, and I’m not slacking either. I just have a day job.

You see, [...]]]> 13/02/2012 Update

So I know I’m not treating you all very well at all. I’m actually afraid to look at my stats because i know they’ll have gone down the drain again. But I swear I’m not doing it on purpose, and I’m not slacking either. I just have a day job.

You see, a big part of my job is Bids. That means, about six or seven times a year, a really really big bid comes along, and I suddenly find myself working 50 – 60 hour weeks. I’m at home now, writing this, but I’ve also got a USB stick with me that has a ton of work for me to do tonight on it. It’s tiring, stressful, and time consuming and leaves me with no time at all to work on my darling comic.

This particular bid is over at the beginning of next week. After that I’m hoping to take a few days to recuperate and work on my comic. I’ll be back and it shall be glorious!

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This took FOREVER.

A historical note: Valenciennes lace was exceedingly expensive during the 18th century. A pair of ruffles (which took ten months to make) would sell for 4000 livres. This website chronicles its history: http://belovedlinens.net/lace/valenciennes-lace.html. Note that it was never really used extensively by the aristocracy, so I’m bending things a bit (again), but I was too taken in by the (probably untrue) story that it was made in cellars so dark its workers went blind before they were thirty. True or not, Valenciennes lace was a complete pain to make, and I’m hardly surprised it never made a proper come-back after the french revolution.

This is half an update. The other half shall be tacked on asap!

For interested parties, Kate (of Widdershins, as usual) and I have worked out our con schedule for this year. We’ve confirmed the first half of the year – London and Manchester. There’s no small press expo this [...]]]> An Update. Resa and Maren. And a Hatbox which totally isn’t important to anyone but Maren. Totally.

For interested parties, Kate (of Widdershins, as usual) and I have worked out our con schedule for this year. We’ve confirmed the first half of the year – London and Manchester. There’s no small press expo this year, so I’m afraid nothing is scheduled for March. If you’re desperate for pretty things though, there’s always the shop. If any of you are considering purchasing something, I’d just like to point out that it does help me quite a bit, even just with covering the costs incurred by using Big Cartel. I will post more preview pictures of the changed art on Chapter 1 in a couple of days, for those of you who want to know more about what you could be getting in your post box!

For those of you who want to know what happened to the gift art, I’ve moved it over to my tumblr for the time being. I suppose I need an art site for things like this eventually, but that’ll do for now.

I’ll be trying to get a second update in this week but if that’s possible remains to be seen. So see you either later this week or next Monday morning at 8.00 am GMT.

Christmas was lovely. I got to spend two weeks playing with a giant Irish [...]]]> A day late, but here we have the last of the gift arts, the fabulous, glorious, Delilah Dirk by the grand Tony Cliff. If you haven’t read it, you’re missing out. If you don’t plan to, you’re a fool!

Christmas was lovely. I got to spend two weeks playing with a giant Irish Setter puppy. His name isn’t Clifford but it really should be.

Next week we should be back to our regularly scheduled updates. I should also have time to go back and shade the two images I didn’t have time to!

For the sake of story, I’ve messed with how the french nobility shopped. A noblewoman going to visit a shopkeeper was rare indeed. Instead, the craftsmen went to visit them, presenting samples of their work. The finished items were then sent back to the [...]]]> Edit: There we are, the shades are finally up.

For the sake of story, I’ve messed with how the french nobility shopped. A noblewoman going to visit a shopkeeper was rare indeed. Instead, the craftsmen went to visit them, presenting samples of their work. The finished items were then sent back to the estate, without the noble ever being so much as slightly inconvenienced. But Maren’s got her reasons for shopping.

….Poor alphonse.

edit edit. I’ve cleaned up the gift art for the sake of continuity. They can currently be found on my tumblr until i find a better home for them. New update goes up tomorrow.

A welcome to anyone who has found me via the Forbidden Planet International piece on Thought Bubble! Some very lovely things were said, both about my comic and my clothes.

I must also apologise, as today’s comic is rather (gasp) anachronistic. Not much more so than swapping out all [...]]]> Hooray hat shops.

A welcome to anyone who has found me via the Forbidden Planet International piece on Thought Bubble! Some very lovely things were said, both about my comic and my clothes.

I must also apologise, as today’s comic is rather (gasp) anachronistic. Not much more so than swapping out all the people from the 18th century and replacing them with my own, but we must draw the line somewhere! While the building did exist, it didn’t exist for another fifty years or so, and it was actually a hair dressers, not a hat shop. I made some alterations to it visually to fit into the 18th century architectural style, but its lines are still that little bit too clean for it to actually fit into its year. I liked the building a little bit too much to ignore it, however, so we’ll simply all have to pretend that some architect in Curia Regis was thinking well ahead of his time. Doubtless he was told he was mad.